"Boogers don't talk!"

Sorry this is kind of gross- but I had to laugh, so I thought I would share. If you have kids, or know any kids- you will understand.

So Brexton has been super good to give me his boogers to put in a tissue, unlike some kids that instinctively eat them- (until Helen, my mother tells him to just wipe them on his shirt- undoing all of my hard work to get him to put them in a tissue). But this morning, Bryson went to work early, and Brex came and got in bed with me to watch cartoons, while I slept in a little (if 7:30 is considered sleeping in). So he started saying something, so I look up and see him pointing next to him saying, "Stay right there, I'll be back. I need to get a tissue." A little confused, I asked him who he was talking to, thinking maybe he had brought in a stuffed animal or toy. He tells me, "My booger." I kind of laugh, and sit up, and sure enough, there's a nasty 'ole booger on my sheet. I then tell him that boogers don't talk, and he replied, "Uh-huh, mine do mom!" So after that, he hops off my bed and gets a tissue and brings it to me to take care of his little friend.